Insolent child: "Joyce, are you going to be moving soon?"
Joyce: "Nope, why?"
Insolent: "Because your stairs are all crooked; and you need a wall over there, and......."
Joyce: "Nope. I like my little house the way it is. I'm perfectly happy here, and so could you be."
(Loose translation: You miserable little so-and-so. You so don't make ME insecure, no siree. I happen to LIKE living in the core, in a crooked house, with beetles in the basement and a shifting floor. You're just lucky I let you in at all."